Mondays at Maywood
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Musings while medicated…
It’s been over a week since I traded in my last original hip for a new sleeker model. Not that anyone but an airport security officer can tell. I don’t think I weigh any less. I’m still wearing the same size pants. However, for those who have observed my gimpy gait since I got the Continue reading
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Busy as…
With the school year heading into its final stretch, I’m feeling as busy as a bee. And I’m feeling about as productive as the honeybees in our yard. Oh wait, we don’t have any honeybees in our yard. The 44,000 bees we ordered from Georgia haven’t arrived yet. We have carpenter bees in droves, doing their destructive thing and Continue reading
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The Chair
When parents down-size and elderly relatives pass away, stuff gets scattered and settles into the homes of different family members. Pretty much every room in my house contains something that originally came from someone else’s house, from the lamp and mirror in my office to the china cabinet in the dining room. Once in awhile someone in Continue reading
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Life-long learning…
Teachers are constantly astounded at how much there is to learn. We are so surprised that, some days, it’s what draws us to the classroom. Other days, it makes us want to hide under our warm comfy covers until summer. What lack of knowledge will we face today? This past week, the teachers at my school were encouraged to work Continue reading
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Plodding and Stomping Toward Spring
The clocks are set forward and my sleep schedule is skewed. The delight of coming home to hours of sunlight will not have me springing forward into my day. I will be staying up too late for the next week and then feeling morose when the sunbeam that had finally started coming in my window to wake me delays Continue reading
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March mudness
Unless you’re into basketball, is there anything to like about March? St. Patrick’s Day, perhaps. You have to wonder, though, if St. Patrick’s day was really originally in March or if the Irish just wanted to bless us all with an official drinking holiday in this most dreary of months. Many people hate the month of Continue reading
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BSI: Bee Scene Investigator
(Note and disclaimer: The following post might actually contain factual information relevant to beekeepers.) All the bees are dead and I want to know why. I want to autopsy the bees. Technically, since they are not human beings, I want to dissect the bees. But Mr. Beekeeper husband is feeling really sad about these bees. He feels Continue reading
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I’m not Santa
I’m not Santa. I have played his representative at this household for …um…thirty years, but I suddenly find that my term is over. All my girls have their own little ones and, hence, have assumed the role of Santa for themselves. And all my girls have their own guys who are responsible for ensuring Christmas happiness and Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 